Quiet, restful Summer took us venturing
the season that matured from early Spring.
But now it's facing change, adventuring
to the stage that bends to Autumn's call.
Blissfully canceling direction, enters Fall
to soon create new glories all its own,
as Summer's pastel colors overhaul
to golden, burnished hues new days will bring.
Air becoming cooler, daylight even fades
as the sun sets earlier each day.
Landscapes turn to ash till each pervades
bright Autumn leaves that fall from every tree.
Left meandering near open places, quilts
of colored leaves grace the withered lawns;
while naked tree trunks stand like waiting stilts-
to sleep in Winter and awake next Spring.
Charm of Nature
So lovely are rainbow hues in the sky,
Nature`s masterpiece as the day goes by
As the clouds above mountains become shy
As light rain from heaven drips by and by;
So smooth are the whispers of the soft breeze
Blowing through the cluster of verdant trees,
So gentle the way spring wind sways the leaves
Amidst the sweet scent of honey from bees;
So enchanting are sparrows` mornings songs
As they hop from branch to branch all along,
As they cross forest trees where they belong
And flutter freely in the air day long;
So gorgeous is sunset on silent seas
That does bestow to the heart so much glee,
Confers to the mind feel of being free
And pervades the spirit with joyful spree;
So delightful is nature`s charm,
So vast is the stretch of its arm
Like a rainbow across the sky,
A stunning vista to the eye.
“Meditation on) Pranava, the divine sound of Aum, is the only way to Brahman (Spirit), salvation.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
The root mantra that pervades the universe,
is the gong of Om, the cosmic vibration,
within which if our attention we immerse,
we enter the vibrant void of cessation,
imbibing God’s grace with no need to rehearse,
attuned to the cosmic reverberation.
In time Om becomes our inner sound current,
commingled with throb of bliss beats recurrent.
images shape shift as is wont
fears and demonic desires taunt
forms appear and then disappear
such illusions no longer daunt
we’ve lent to God’s heartbeat our ear
therefore in our heart there’s no fear
all that pervades, is a bliss mist
signalling His presence is near
we exist with no to do list
ego exhumed, we don’t resist
bliss flame within transmutes our form
being by Divine Mother kissed
“In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God”
~ John 1.1
Pure intent from the mind of God released,
pervades vast space with the vibration ‘Om’,
reverberations with which He is pleased,
since all that that’s manifest, is His home.
In each atom of space, God may be spied,
by eye of the Self in cave of the heart,
seeing all’s unified, though multiplied,
entwined with the cosmic gong, He did start.
As both subject and object in the dream,
as also awareness in which all’s held,
prismatic refraction colours does stream,
which in timeless time, in God’s heart must meld.
As the beginning, middle and the end,
all vibrations, gong of Om does append.
Within the secret sacred shrines of any rose
Dwells a well filled with fountains of a unique scent.
This scent pervades the florescence as each bloom glows.
Though the rose may fade, its scent endures without end.
The fragrance is not on her peripheral skin.
This aroma arises from her spotlessness.
Facing each thick and thin of the seasonal spin
The fragrance finds the inmost shrine's bottomlessness.
My soul is the fulcrum of the scent of goodness.
It's from here that the scent spreads in acts of compassion.
With the unending showers of divine kindness
The stream of scent secretes and flows with dispassion.
Could any rose forget and forsake her fulcrum?
It's towards the lesser-known scent, I Am a Pilgrim.
Tea Time
Lilting songs tuned up at tea time,
Mint scent pervades the nearby air,
No time better than at morn
On to start the day with soft taste,
Pursue the journey with a bang.
In the heavens,
Light pervades and intervenes.
Mystery is unmasked,
And the night trembles at the feet of the Divine.
Souls that ascend to the heavens
Stand in awe of their majesty and magnificence.
The arts and crafts are beyond human imagination;
The glow and glory surpass what the mind can comprehend.
In the heavens, an ear listens—
Our songs and heartfelt cries ascend.
We await a descent,
Optimistic that our ascent is a sweet sound.
In the silence of the soul, there is an outpouring from the heavens.
A river meanders through the mind,
Treasures, as the sages say, await us there,
For the river flows to reveal these hidden gems.
There is a gathering in the heavens,
And the princes of chaos are dislodged.
May 31, 2025.
God’s love pervades
but mind grades grace
bliss fades in heart
Deprived of your love
All the lights would wink out
In darkness I'd wander
Direction in doubt
The fear would creep up
And breath on my neck
Deprived of your love
I'd soon be a wreck
Deprived of your love
All music would cease
Melodies will not comfort
Nor offer release
All sound except anguish
My ears will not hear
Deprived of your love
I'd go deaf my dear
Derived of your love
Wine is not sweet
The sour bite of vinegar
When my tongue it meets
My pallet forgets
The taste of your lips
Deprived of your love
Bitterness in each sip
Deprived of your love
This tender skin you adore
Would harden to touch
And I'd feel it no more
The soft warmth of you
Gone from my numb hands
Deprived of your love
never feel warm again
Deprived of your love
Wild flowers would fade
The sweet scent of cedar
That upon you pervades
Forever I would seek it
That fragrance of us
I'll Lose all good sense
If Deprived of your love
Bright light pervades the tomb.
Wrappings neatly folded, laid aside.
Perfect Son of Man resuscitates;
Adorned in power and majesty.
Darkness of death irreversibly erased.
Salvation in Christ’s sanctified being.
Lamb - head-to-heels immaculate.
Brilliance of dayspring greets groom.
Perfume of heaven saturates atmosphere;
The Rose of Sharon satisfies.
Lambent Messiah cast off sin.
His eyes bear no pain,
Nor shade onrushing sun.
Intensity of love and majesty;
Zealous to embrace His victory.
The hypnotic line between the wish and dream is drawn
at some eerie mystic point where midnight meets the dawn
while sleep pervades, death can be an outcome, so can birth
and there is no rim betwixt the heaven and the earth.
My sins and probities at this sanguine moment play,
which then makes me ask which me will occupy today.
And I can’t tell, for love, or hate, or something other
can often turn my soul from one side to the other.
If I wish it, dream it, will it be forever so?
In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
Two hearts whisper promises, soft and slow.
With every star that lights the night,
Their love shines pure, a guiding light.
The Dance of Hearts
Upon the winds, their spirits fly,
Twirling beneath the vast, open sky.
In rhythm, their souls gently sway,
In a dance of love, day by day.
Timeless Embrace
A love that transcends the hands of time,
In every heartbeat, a gentle rhyme.
Their souls entwined, forever bound,
In the silence, their truth is found.
Blossoms of Love
Like blossoms in the springtime air,
Their love blooms with tender care.
Each petal whispers stories untold,
In this garden of hearts, love unfolds.
Eternal Flame
A flame that flickers, never fades,
In shadows and light, their love pervades.
Through life's seasons, come what may,
An eternal flame guides their way.
Love's Symphony
In harmony, their lives compose,
A symphony of highs and lows.
With every note, their love ascends,
A melody that never ends.
ECHOES OF THE SILENT SHORE
No longer the crash of breaking waves
Over rocks that always take the blows
Nor even the softer whoosh of the tide
That every smaller sandy pebble knows
As if it was that nature had just paused
An unusual eerie silence now pervades
Like a shift in moon’s orbit were caused
All is still, as a last remaining echo fades
It’s as if some finger has flicked a switch
And no tide will ebb and flow anymore
Boats at anchor will neither roll or pitch
None now comprehend this silent shore
subtle bliss tingles in toroidal heart
personify is-ness of our being
enlivened spine holds erect energies
the disc of grace at fontanel rotates
steadying thereby our third eye’s blink rate
soles of feet and palms glisten as light dawns
cool heat pervades every cell of our form
though we’re void-centric we cannot deny
heightened delight as our soul so blossoms
being both immanent and transcendent
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